Satellites are looking down on us tonight.
Eyes watch constellations in the line of sight.
And you are a shooting star to me.
The air out here, the sadness, feels an amber gray.
The lamps are burning oil and you just drift away.
You are a shooting star to me.
Yes, you are a shooting star to me.
The satellites, our gaze, upon the world tonight.
Blue and greens we've never seen reflect the sight.
And you are a shooting star to me.
The moon light's on the old fairground just barely glow.
Still sleeping by the railroad tracks and morning rows.
And you are a shooting star to me.
Yes, you are a shooting star to me.
Ooh, ooh, ooooh.
Ooh, ooh, ooooh, woah.
You are a shooting star to me.
You are a shooting star to me.
Yes, you are a shooting star to me.
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